Button your heart to your cardigan breast
My God you'd be a walking publication
Give in to temptation
Make yourself a little declaration

I walk off the beaten track
If I had a forest of my own I'd be a lumberjack
These dumb cunts sittin back
Think they'll find a lifetime of experience in Kerouac
Out on the street its education
Make your observation
Make yourself a little declaration

If I'd never have said these words
Would they still be there in your heart
In eternal expectation
Waiting on a little declaration

I walk off the beaten track
If I had a forest of my own I'd be a lumberjack
In a wood chip shot-up shack
If I was a little less demonic
Would you take me back into your arms
Or would I stay in eternal expectation
Waiting on a little declaration

Out on the street its education
Make your observation
Make yourself a little declaration